Tuesday, July 25, 2017

At
Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your
most secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than
the pursuit of passion…

I
shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.

It’s
been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali
in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my
fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen.
Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

And
I want in.

Noble
House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from
knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave
enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint
and Boyce to take me back.

We
used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will
Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the
anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able
to survive the pleasure of having them both?

It’s
time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they
need me, too.

Darkness
surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even in her office as
she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and yawned. The
creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the
image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs
didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact
she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those
tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal
hours ago.

As
long as the female audience members went wild, she would keep
plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t
be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she
desperately needed a break.

A
quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t stopped
for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her
director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene.
Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot
at working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs
painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.

One
hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her work, too.

As
she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she tapped the
reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh
coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked
under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.

Thirty-six
hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.

Her
reward, however, was not child appropriate.

No
way. No how.

Kochran
Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight. The events,
where participation was allowed by members both at the club and
online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It
also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would
attend. They never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling
what they’d be doing, though.

It
was always a surprise when it came to those two.

She
shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in beans and
water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read
nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as
though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the
pretty boys play with their toys.

Okay,
well, it wasn’t the only reason.

There
was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend her night
watching porn.

And
it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic tendencies.

Her
former Master recommended the online dungeon when it became obvious
she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the time.
Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on
participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small
price to pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of
her home office.

Once
she’d discovered two of her closest friends from college were
Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club increased
tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known
they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they
lived because of an article published six months ago in the yearly
alumni newsletter about the building they’d saved from the wrecking
ball and turned into an apartment complex. Knowing they were still
together, and trying to change the world, warmed her heart.

And
a few other strategic lady bits.

Someday
she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of taking a vacation
long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With the
constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a
break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than
a decade was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen
every one of their broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.

And
hunted through the archives.

Several
times over.

The
coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the carafe, then
grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to her
spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness
she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night,
the lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave
the guaranteed contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and
become a freelancer, she’d invested in all the bells and whistles.
No sense working from home without the proper equipment.

Six
monitors wasn’t too much, right?

A
quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past few
hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle
down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee,
Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on
for the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could
smooth over while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to
waste her time if the director wanted to ditch the segment.

Task
completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto her secure
server. An email containing the link to the director was next and
meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to
her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it
finally beeped in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble
House’s main site. A few keystrokes, and the splash page for
tonight’s event flashed onto the huge screen she’d mounted on the
wall.

Two
very familiar faces stared back at her.

Boyce
Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for
working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection
should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so
careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark
blond, piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone
structure even the most formidable Viking would find intimidating.

Ford
Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious. Nicknamed
Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin.
Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those
eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor
had it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While
Boyce held a commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his
power subtly but was still all dominant authority.

Seemingly
connected at the hip, the two men scened together every week. Much to
her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work with a
submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage
scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every
time they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of
spectacular.

“Let’s
see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”

About
the Author

Sara
Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the
twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She
is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to
stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games.
Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always
a sucker for an excellent love story.